The Purity of Fall Bliss.....

I am hopelessly in love with the changing season that is fall and its exhilarating nip in the air, which sets an edge to ones’ energy.  Don't get me wrong, I can find much love for the summer, spring, & winter but they do not hold a candle to my affection and grandiose feelings of aliveness felt in my heart for an autumn breeze. Inhaling the sensational allure of what is fall; the spiritual energy of air intermingling with soul creating a recharge followed by a refreshing tingle all over....how can you not react with such purity when the Autumnal Equinox sets above?
The sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, if we are lucky enough to have it, snow is enchanting. There really is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather in the fall. I am particularly fond of the rain this time of year.  Being uniformed in my galoshes alongside my boys, taking on as many puddles as we can find, letting the rain kiss us and sing us a lullaby.  Anyone who says only sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.  The fall weather can provide a great metaphor for life – sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much you can do about it but to carry an umbrella and if you’re lucky a rainbow will apologize for the angry skies.  Some people get wet in the rain; I much more prefer to walk in it.  The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.  This is the kind the anonymous medevil poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.
The grandest feelings of fall are the “in the moment” experiences.  I like to suck them ALL in, even the tiniest ones that most persons would look past.  I thrive on the spooky wild and gusty; swirling dervishes of rattling leaves racing by, fleeing the wind flung deadwood that cracks & thumps behind.  The substance of the winds is too thin for the human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their spoken language mostly to faint for the ears; it’s all so poetic. I love when the sun creeps beyond a gray cloud and its rays lay like a friendly arm across your shoulder.  I am ecstatic by the excitement of Halloween and the spookity feeling it has deep in my heart; the wiles of imagination, decorating with great enthusiasm with my family and delivering on child hood thrills. Picking out pumpkins at a pumkin patch is all too momentous and sets anchor to the season.  The magical sound of laughter at festivals and the enjoyment of community shared with friends and love ones is squishy sweet.  Snuggling up with a book, blanket, and my little love bug boys under the trees in our hammock while the birds sing us enchanting songs gives off a refreshed feeling.   Adventurous hikes are a must with touching, smelling, exploring, & experiencing nature at its best.  The smells of crisp leaves burning in the air defines the season’s charm.  Rustling around in leaves always promises tons of laughter with my boys.  On a cold evening, making use of the fire place or the fire pit outside and roasting marshmallows’ engages great conversation. I look forward to school activities, volunteering, cooking, baking seasonal treats, parties, strolls on the beach on a windy day, star gazing the chilled skies, the mountains, endeavoring my favorite restaurants that have outside seating,  hayrides, football, opening windows, my husband wrapping me up in his arms because my bones shiver from the cold, traveling and oh so much more!  I love being in love with every little moment.  Taking notice to all the little things makes for tremendous bliss!  Here's to another year love affair with all that is fall/Autumn.

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                                                     Autumn and Fall

 In honor of great gifts of fall: these were our flying squirrels that literally fell upon us 4 years ago on the first day of fall on a chilly, crisp Saturday morning. We no longer have them, they are unfortunately very high maintenance and that just was not going to work out with a second baby on the way.  But they sure were cute, funny, adorable, & entertaining creatures. My jack-russell terrier treated them as though they were her pups and gave them baths. They were amazing flyers too and loved just hanging in your shirt pocket for hours.